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About Tokyo

So, brothels—let me tell ya, they’re old, super old. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Dirty, too, real nasty. Walls scratched with graffiti—dudes braggin’ about their “conquests.” Makes me laugh, so pathetic, but kinda impressive. I’m picturin’ it—smelly rooms, cheap wine, ladies struttin’ around. Trump loves a good story, and this one’s wild. I read once—get this—some brothel in Nevada, legal, right? They had a parrot that cursed at customers. A parrot! Freakin’ screamin’ “asshole” at ya—cracked me up, bigly.

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These power house brothels have an amazing support system in place for all staff members .

Anyway, I had this assignment at the community center on Shōwa-dōri. It was a workshop for deaf kids learning about art. Super cool, right? I was pumped! But when I got there, the place was packed. I mean, like sardines in a can. Kids everywhere, running around, laughing, and I’m just trying to keep my cool.